Page 103 of Quarterback Sneak
I push lightly on his chest. “I’ve got to go.” I take a step back, still facing him. “Have a good day, Blackwood.”
His smile grows. “You too, Bennett.”
I turn around, unable to stop smiling and make my way to my first-hour class. I know Zane’s first-hour is across campus, which is why we’re going our separate ways. It doesn’t take me long to get to class and settle in. I can’t help my smile; I’m so much more awake and ready for today than I was when I first left my dorm. I know I owe all of it to a certain gorgeous quarterback. A quick glance shows our professor hasn’t showed up yet. I snag my phone and shoot off a quick text to Zane.
Me-thanks for the coffee and muffin. It really made my morning.
I bite my lip a moment before sending another text.
Me-seeing you this morning really made my morning
Zane’s text back is quick.
Zane-seeing you is always the best part of any day for me
I grin at my phone before dropping it in my pocket as our professor takes the stage. I can’t believe how happy he makes me. I make a mental note to call my mom later and tell her about Zane.
My morning classes pass in a blur, and I make my way towards the dining hall. My mind swims with everything I needto get done this week. Tessa sees me coming and waves. We split and grab food before meeting back at our regular table. “How was your morning?” she asks.
“Good.”
“How about you?” I ask after taking a bite of my salad. I frown down at it, wondering if I put the wrong dressing on it.
“Eh, I flunked one of my tests.” She shakes her head. “I study so hard for these tests, and then it’s like all the information just escapes before the test.”
“I’m sorry, Tess. I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.”
The looks she shoots me makes me think maybe it was. “Next time you have a test, let me know. Maybe I can help you study and—” Her eyes widen, and I stop what I was saying. Before I can ask her what’s wrong, the chair pulls out next to me and a big body slides into it. I’m already smiling before I turn to him.
“Hey,” Zane says softly.
“Hey. What are you doing here?”
“Coach gave us today off, so I get to eat lunch with you.” He slides over a white box I didn’t even realize he had in front of him. He keeps his hand on the box when he sees my salad. “Unless you’d rather have your salad.”
I pretend to think about it. “Hmmm. My salad or orange chicken?” He grins and removes his hand.
“That’s what I thought.” He leans forward and kisses me on the cheek.
“Thank you for the food,” I tell him softly because we’re still close. His hand drops to my thigh, and he gives it a soft squeeze.
“You’re welcome.”
“You don’t have to bring me food every time you see me, though,” I feel the need to point out.
He shrugs. “I like to.”
I pull back slightly. “Yeah, well, I’m going to gain a bunch of weight if it keeps happening. I’m going to have to double my running regimen.”
His eyes scan my body a moment. “Your body’s perfection, Bennett. You don’t need to run on my account.”
I feel my face heat up. “You have to say that.” My words are soft.
His eyes widen. “How do you figure?”
“We’re, whatever it is we are,” I say, motioning between us.
His smirk grows. “Can’t say it?” he challenges.
